Lahat ng Kabanata ng SHIVANI: The Werewolf’s bride: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

P R O L O G U EThe leaves rustled as power washed through them stripping them completely bare, their vibrant green color now fading into a dull brown. Shivani sighed as she held one of the leaves in her hand and it crumbled. Her mother was going to be mad at her again.“Pervivo.” Shivani whispered softly to the leaves. Her mother always says Latin is the language of power but it wasn’t working. She cussed under her breath and stood up. Her tunic was now stained with mud. Her destructive powers didn’t only kill the leaves. It also changed the once extremely fertile soil into fast sinking mud. She will never be able to live this down with her mother.She made her way into the house slowly prepared to be scolded by her mum. Her mum, Achlys, sat down on her favorite woven chair. Shivani stopped in front of her mother and shut her eyes hoping to the ancestors that her mother doesn’t go into rage like she usually did when Shivani fails.“Sit, girl.” Her mother’s voice taking the usual calm

T W OThe air was charged. It was electric, the heady feeling of magic in the air. Everyone was there. Lukov saw. Sirens, Fae, werewolves, witches, vampires, he even thought he saw a few Goblins. He knew what they were here for—definitely not the wedding. They were here to see if the treaty will hold, see if they can put their age long hatred aside. It was a bold move for Achlys to propose this treaty. He never really liked the woman, always thought that she was too powerful for her own good and she carries herself with a coldness that only she can pull off. Her daughter wasn’t the same though, she looks like the kind of person who will cry when a puppy dies.He looked down at his black tuxedo and brushed off non existent lint from it. He remembered the comment Shivani made about it and chuckled darkly. She was going to be here soon and they will ride off to his pack where he will make sure she learns that he can’t be addressed like that especially not by a nobody who gets her powers

F O U RThe daylight strewn through Lukov’s garish curtains and hit Shivani’s face. She groaned and turned her face to the other side. Lukov wondered if she will be this comfortable if she knew what she looked like. Her hair is a complete rat nest and there was drool on her face and what looks like a huge pimple was growing on her chin.“Non possum te audiunt.” Lukov’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment. She was casting a spell in her sleep? He didn’t like that he always had to wake her up and her sleeping was so restless.“Shivani.” He growled. He wanted to go out for a run, let his wolf out for a while but he can’t because his father warned him that he can’t scare his new bride. She moaned softly. Something that sounded like go away but Lukov could hardly make it out. Her voice was all muffled by the huge blankets. “You need to stand up.” She finally opened one eye and regarded him sleepily.“She was just about to talk.” She grunted with frustration evident in her voice. The wheels in L

S I X“I swear if you pace around one more time, I am going to stab you in the eye.” Lukov glared at his best friend.“You don’'t understand, you haven't met her.” Donovan chuckled at Lukov’s apprehension. All these for his little witch bride. Donovan had missed the wedding because he was nursing a battle wound.“We will change that tonight, I can come home with you. See why she's causing you so much worry.” “Yeah, if she doesn’t set you on fire.” Donovan’s eyes widened with glee. This was juicy gossip. Someone that bothered his high and mighty friend so much. “She tried to set you on fire?” Lukov’s silence was enough confirmation and Donovan cackled. Lukov thought about that incident more times than he cared to admit. She’d almost burnt his cabin to the ground and she stood in there too like she was prepared to die and there was her huge brown eyes that held so much sadness and pain. “Donovan, pack matters.” Lukov reminded him. It was his father’s choice to leave him with some res